Day 2

Hello there world.... or the few aka no one reading my blog...lol
well, today is day 2 of my blogging experience, and I am still feeling pretty excited about it.

I must say that although it is Friday, I am not excited...I have to work tomorrow! totally sux... I mean a saturday is sacred and the claws of the great work monster should never intrude upon ones weekend time. It is not natural. My dad tells me that I should stop being a whinging little ninny because he works every saturday and that if anyone has the right to complain it is him... and although I will admit defeat insofar as his life sux more than mine... I still maintain that my situation is pretty grim.... :( Anyway, it does mean that I get to come in and surf the internet for endless hours, searching for novel and inventive ways to amuse myself while everyone else sleeps in, has a leisurly breakfast and watches the morning saturday lineup of repeated TV shows on DSTV....

I have a rather sad little titbit of info for everyone.... I have found myself entering the beginninings of a soapie addiction... and I am scared. I mean, soapies, are over dramatised sad attempts at recreating real-life that normally succeed in making it extremely obvious to the viewer that it resembles real-life as closely as a Paris H Reality series...and yet..it has the ability to make you want more, unable to remove your eyes from the TV for the half an hour that it is on, and then when it is finished you are left thinking "oh no, it can't be over, I have to know if Mr X will save his 99th one true love from the cluthches of the Scandinavian Trout farmers association who kidnapped her from her island summer house while she was mourning the loss of her father who turned out to be her uncles fathers 2nd cousin twice removed" and thats it...you are hooked, rushing home from work everyday to ensure you do not miss one second of the show.... However, this said, you can never admit to watching them (no one does) and when someone asks if you do, you have to reply "no man, I dont watch that sh*t... I get home and do 200 sit-ups and a cardio workout for an hour"... ja right... by the way, people who say that are addicts...

I personally was dragged into this soapie addiction by dear ol' mom... she has been a total addict for 30 years, and gets cranky if she misses even 3 minutes of 'her shows', in fact she will not even start cooking dinner until its over, or one of us has to prepare dinner. One day I sat down with her to watch the show, deciding that it was time for me to try spend 'quality time' with her... I first rolled my eyes at the prospect of being tortured for a hour of soapies, and could hear myself thinking ok... an hour of my life that i will never get back.... unfortunatly about 15 minutes in I started to become strangely intrigued and by the end on 30 minutes, I was convinced that my life would never be the same without my new fictional friends.... soapies are evil.

So for those you who have not succumbed to the perils of the plethora of soapies gracing our screens, I would remain that way if I was you.... however, for those of you under the spell of soapies.... I embrace you as by fellow brothers and sisters

and.... " I wonder if Mr X will save her....."